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Monday Morning Breakfast
Harry and Hermione made their way down into the Great Hall hand-in-hand, and sitting in front of a non-to happy looking Ron.
"Hey Ron what's the matter?" Hermione asked getting concerned.
"Read this!" Ron said dangling the Daily Profhit in front of Hermione's face.
Is the 'Boy Who Lived' in love?
It looks like our own Harry Potter has finally found love. Writes Ritta Skeeter, but is he really? Who everyone thought was Muggle-born, Hermione Granger has been the lucky girl to be chosen by him, or did she choose him? 'The girl is pathetic.' Commented a classmate of Hermione. 'She was practically groveling at his feet, and I'm surprised Potter said yes. I mean with Grangers dad becoming a death eater in all.'
Hermione threw down the paper, not wanting to read more, and ran over to the Slytherin table.
"How dare you pry into my personal life Malfoy!" Hermione screamed.
"I must say I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh cut the crap. You know damn good and well what I am talking about."
By now the whole Great Hall was staring.
"I knew you were a selfish jerk, but I didn't think you were so mean as to tell about my family."
Malfoy stood up, but Hermione punched him in the jaw, making him fall strait back down.
"It's not nice to meddle with people's lives." Hermione whispered into his ear. She stalked off to her Common Room, being stopped by Professor Snape on the way and receiving detention.
"Hermione that was wicked awesome!" Ron said, as he walked into the room followed by Harry and lavender.
"Hey it's not like I haven't done it before." She answered back.
"Well we better get off to class."
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"Hermione can I ask you something?" said Harry on the way to lunch.
"Shoot."
"Does your Bobble sometimes glow purple, and sometimes red when you are around me?"
"Actually yes it does."
'Well I think purple means nervous, and red means in love."
"Well I think green means anger, because I had mine with me when I punched Malfoy, and it was very green."
"Well I hope mine doesn't turn green at Quidditch tryouts. I don't like getting angry."
"Oh don't worry you'll be fine." Hermione assured. "It's me you have to worry about. I have detention with Snape after dinner."
"Oh I'm sorry hun."
"You just called me hun."
"Yeah well I wanted to see how it sounded." Said Harry. "I don't like it."
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Quidditch Tryouts
"Ok well welcome to your Gryffindor Quidditch tryouts. I am your captain Harry Potter."
So for about 3 hours kids tried out for all different spots. Dean tried out, and was a surprisingly good beater. Semus tried out to, but he wasn't very good. Maybe he should just stick to the game commentary.
"Those were good tryouts guys. Go shower and head to dinner. The list will be posted in the Common Room tomorrow when you wake up." Harry said as everyone headed for the showers.
'Harry…Harry' The words tickled in the back of his mind on the way to dinner. 'It's coming Harry, are you ready for it?'"Stop!" Harry yelled, clutching his scar. As if on cue the pain subsided, and Harry entered the Great Hall, sitting down next to Hermione.
"Harry something's wrong. What is it?" Hermione stated rather than asked.
"I-I don't know. Something is going to happen though. I can feel it. (A/N in my bones…lol….sry inside joke.)
'I'm back.'
"Ah." Harry clutched his scar before falling to the ground. The whole Great Hall going silent and staring at him.
"Harry!" Hermione yelled, jumping out of her seat, and putting her hands on his chest.
Harry's eyes bolted open and Hermione gasped, jumping back. His eyes were no longer emerald green, but flaming red.
"Y-your not Harry." She whispered.
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A/N:Mwahahahahahahahaha….. I am soooooo evil…I wrote a bunch more, but I decided to be mean, and make it a cliffy. A really bad cliffy to…..lol…don't hate me!! REVIEW!!
